Lin Wanjie's question was simple and direct, less polite and more coercive.
Prince Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Lin Wanjie. Seeing that his condition was worrying, he did not answer and turned around to leave.
However, Lin Wanjie did not give up and stepped forward and continued to ask: "My lord, is this what you mean?"
The prince was already a little displeased. He thought for a moment and nodded, "That's what I mean."
"This is, this is killing! Half of them can still survive."
"Doctor Lin, please let your illness get better first."
The prince didn't want to argue with Lin Wanjie.
Only Lin Wanjian could tell the prince's fault directly. The prince thought that he had saved his life, so he did not blame him.
"Lin Da, stop talking. This is the prince..."
A servant of the Xiao family reminded him in a low voice.
"Because I am the prince, that's why I want to say it!" Lin Wanjie suddenly shouted loudly, and the voice spread throughout the military camp, not only to the ears of all the people, but also to the ears of many officers and soldiers, "In a high position, one word Each line affects thousands of lives. One sentence can determine the life and death of tens of thousands of people, how can there be any sloppiness? Whether to kill or to stay is not based on the prince's own feelings. "
"Lin Wanjie! Don't think that just because you saved me, you can talk nonsense here! I have personally experienced and witnessed malaria, and I know it better than you! Indecisiveness and a woman's kindness will only make the condition worse! If you If you say one more thing, I will be the first to burn you to death in the next pit!"
Lin Wanjie's eyes were red, and he tried his best to argue.
Yu Jiaoer quickly covered his mouth and ordered: "Stop talking, I order you to stop talking!"
Under Yu Jiaoer's plea, Lin Wanjie suppressed his anger.
He may not say anything, but the people in the city have to save him.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and even with a canopy erected, it would be difficult to light a fire in the fire pit.
Lin Wanjie took a deep breath and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I can cure malaria! Please believe me, I can cure malaria!"
"Doctor Lin, I have given you many opportunities. If you could really cure malaria, how could you have made yourself so embarrassed?" The prince shook his head and took a deep breath, "Some people die for the sake of more people. Live! You don’t need to say anything, this king’s heart is..."
The words were not finished.
Someone plopped down and knelt down in front of the prince.
Not Lin Wanjie.
It's Yu Jiao'er!
"Yu Jiao'er! What are you doing?" Lin Wanjie said in shock.
With tears in her eyes, Yu Jiaoer said to the prince: "Your Majesty, Mr. Lin will not lie. If he says he can cure malaria, he will definitely be able to cure malaria. Please give Mr. Lin a little time, just three days, just wait three days." ... Lin Da will come back with the antidote, I promise!"
"..."
The prince was silent.
Lin Wanjie wanted to pull Yu Jiaoer up, but he had no strength at all and it was difficult to even stand.
Where can it be done?
Yu Jiao'er knelt down, letting the rain soak her body, and burst into tears: "Your Majesty, please. People's girls are narrow-minded, but they also know how important the lives of tens of thousands of people are. Please gamble again for the people of Hangzhou. Lin." He can definitely do it.”
"Three days..."
"Three days, only three days!" Yu Jiao'er nodded repeatedly and looked back at Lin Wanjie, "Idiot, is that enough? Is three days enough?"
"Enough, enough, three days is enough."
After hearing this, Prince Jing locked his eyes on Lin Wanjie and said in a deep voice: "I only believe in myself and not others in my life, but today is a very important matter, and I am willing to believe in you again. Lin Wanjie, the lives of tens of thousands of people in Hangzhou are all at stake. As for you alone, don’t let me down.”
"Yes!" Lin Wanjie nodded heavily, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely find the antidote."
"But, with your current body, can you still go into the mountains to collect herbs normally?"
The prince muttered and looked around.
“Who is willing to accompany Dr. Lin into the mountains to collect herbs?
No one responded.
"Who wants to accompany Dr. Lin into the mountains to collect herbs?"
The prince asked again, but still no one responded.
No one believes that malaria can be cured, let alone that miracles can happen.
They only knew that when they followed Lin Da into the mountains to collect medicine, they would not only be exposed to wind and rain, but they might also be infected with malaria at any time.
Maybe even cost his life.
Yu Jiao'er said arrogantly: "We don't want anyone to accompany you, idiot. I'll take you to the mountains."
"No!" Lin Wanjie interrupted quickly. This matter was related to his own life and death, and more importantly to the life and death of the people in the city. It was too dangerous for Yu Jiao'er to escort him.
The prince nodded and nodded directly to the two soldiers.
"You two are escorting Dr. Lin into the mountains to collect herbs! Do you hear me?"
The faces of the two soldiers turned dark, and their expressions were filled with ten thousand reluctances. In the end, they only nodded: "Yes."
With two strong soldiers escorting him, Lin Wanjie felt much more confident.
The rain was still falling, and Yu Jiaoer raised her hand high to hold an umbrella for Lin Wanjie.
Lin Wanjie arrived at Madam's side and whispered: "Madam, don't worry, I will definitely come back with the antidote."
"Well, be careful on the road. The lives of the people in the city depend on you alone."
After saying that, the eldest lady turned to Yu Jiaoer and said, "Sister, be careful on the road."
"Um."
Lin Wanjie left for the lives of the people in Hangzhou, and all the patients were able to live at least three more days because of Lin Wanjie.
It's a pity that the patients who are locked up in cells and raised like animals don't care about this.
It's nothing more than waiting three days and then being burned to death.
No one believes in miracles.
Just when everyone was not optimistic, a group of four people got on Xiao Mansion's carriage and walked slowly towards Daqing Mountain.
Two soldiers sat outside driving, while Lin Wanjie and Yu Jiaoer sat silently inside the carriage.
Lin Wanjie was very sleepy and fell asleep on Yu Jiaoer's thigh.
It was raining heavily outside, the official road was muddy, and the carriage was moving slowly. It would probably take more than half a day to reach the foot of Daqing Mountain.
"Hey, what a bad luck! To have encountered such an unlucky thing."
"Yes! What should we do if we get sick?"
"How can he be a famous doctor with his big, demented body?"
"He's trying to save the people of Hangzhou. I don't think he can even cure himself."
Outside, the complaints of the two soldiers continued from beginning to end.
Their trip was at the prince's command, and they were unwilling to do so, and they didn't believe that Lin Wanjie could make a difference.
"What do you know? Lin Da's medical skills are very good. He cured the prince's headwind syndrome."
Yu Jiaoer listened inside for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and opened the curtain to retort.
"Madam, you only know one thing but not the other. The prince's head syndrome is treated by Dr. Xue, and he is only acting as a trigger."
"you……"
Yu Jiaoer wanted to say something else, but Lin Wanjie stopped her.
I don't know if it was because of the rain, but Lin Wanjie felt a little feverish now.
"Yu Jiao'er, stop arguing with them, I want to take a nap."
"Yes." Yu Jiao'er nodded and shouted outside, "Did you hear that? Mr. Lin is going to bed, so you are not allowed to talk."
